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fandomhigh2018-09-10 10:16 am
intotheout) wrote in fandomhigh2018-09-10 10:16 am
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Library, Monday
It was a slow day in the library today. All the books were behaving -- well, like actual books, instead of like semi-sentient little monsters -- and Tip got her morning shelving duties out of the way pretty quickly.
Which was good, because today was the day that Bill had decided to debut his one-bot show: "Billboard: how an unlikely friendship brought a bot to life and saved the Boov race, a water ballet".
It was an epic production, full of bubbles and intrigue, that Tip could only really follow because she'd actually been there for most of it. She made sure to "ooo" and "ahhh" in all the right places, even as she eyeballed the bubbles to make sure they wouldn't get anything wet that couldn't handle it, then gave Bill a wild round of applause when he was all done.
"That was beautiful," she told him. "I especially liked the way you choreographed it all to songs that have become internet memes."
Bill zipped around in excited circles, then came back to hover in front of her, letting off another questioning bubble.
"Well, I would say maybe figure out a way to include subtitles for your non-Boov audiences. Like they do on operas. Also: when did we meet an octopus? I don't remember that part."
And that's how Tip ended up spending a good chunk of her library shift hearing a billboard's opinions on artistic license.
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Which was good, because today was the day that Bill had decided to debut his one-bot show: "Billboard: how an unlikely friendship brought a bot to life and saved the Boov race, a water ballet".
It was an epic production, full of bubbles and intrigue, that Tip could only really follow because she'd actually been there for most of it. She made sure to "ooo" and "ahhh" in all the right places, even as she eyeballed the bubbles to make sure they wouldn't get anything wet that couldn't handle it, then gave Bill a wild round of applause when he was all done.
"That was beautiful," she told him. "I especially liked the way you choreographed it all to songs that have become internet memes."
Bill zipped around in excited circles, then came back to hover in front of her, letting off another questioning bubble.
"Well, I would say maybe figure out a way to include subtitles for your non-Boov audiences. Like they do on operas. Also: when did we meet an octopus? I don't remember that part."
And that's how Tip ended up spending a good chunk of her library shift hearing a billboard's opinions on artistic license.
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She was young enough not to immediately think about 'partying like it's 1999', sorry Astrid.
Just wait until you find out you're probably older than her mom!
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"Never mind," Astrid shook her head a little, took a moment to massage the building ache in her forehead, and groaned slightly. "And how can you just be so...casual about it?" she wondered. "Do you just...get used to it? Does it ever stop just...being....weird?"
And to think, she probably had four whole years ahead of her to try to get used to it.
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So maybe Astrid hadn't been going crazy after all. And maybe she was just as weird as all the other people here. But was it really something she'd want to just get used to?
She was quiet for a moment, her troubling thoughts evident in the crease of her brow, and her sigh this time seemed to have a little resolve to it. A resolve to move on for now. She might not exactly want to get used to it, but she could be an expert at shoving it aside and trying to ignore it.
Because that was so much better.
"Anyway," she said, "I didn't just come here to bug you with all my problems. I was hoping I could also use the computers for a bit."
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Since she'd time-traveled from the 20th century and all.
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Marginally.
...she was going to be spending the next few hours pretending she knew what she was doing and getting hardly any work done out of a sheer stubbornness not to ask for help now.
She was getting better, though.
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That wasn't a good thing.
"Right. Sorry. Go for it."
This was so going to be just like when her mom first tried to use FaceTime.
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Adult was more than fair.
"Thanks," Astrid said, and started that way, but she did stop. Because while she might not want to admit to being fairly new to computers, she knew she wouldn't have any trouble getting away with her cluelessness about something that was invented in...what was it that she found out? 2005?
"Although..." She paused, turning back. "...are you familiar with a thing called YouTube?"
And there it was, probably a nice firm turn of the key in the lock on that file.
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In Tip's world, adults were perpetually clueless and stubborn about it.
"I may have dabbled a bit in it," Tip said. "I'm not a regular vlogger or anything, but I can find my way around."
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But, sure, Astrid, you weren't weird at all.
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“Puppet?” Tip asked with a small laugh. “Slideshows aren’t too hard. Do you have a song you want to set it to?”
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She shrugged a little, but a proud little smile lingered. "So, obviously, it's got to be something really patriotic, because it's all the shots of my Captain America puppet in D.C."
Captain Rogers was going to love it. But probably not half as much as Mr. Stark.
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[WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT I TOTALLY HIT POST ON THIS AGES AGO]
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"I was sort of thinking just an old classic standard," she admitted, "but now you have me intrigued."
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Something about aliens taking over the entire planet had made her America somewhat less nationalistic, thankfully.